At the end of high school in 1985, I weighed 150. I was about to start college, and didn't want to be overweight. I stopped eating red meat, and started exercising from the book "Callenetics" by Callen Pinkney. I got down to 125 before the beginning of school, and looked good and was pretty healthy. I think I had 125 as a goal based on a height/weight chart in a book.

Through college, my weight was stable. Then I moved to NYC and started taking yoga and ballet classes. Ballet mirrors made me crazy, and I starved myself down to 112. I was counting every calorie, journaling about every crumb I ate, and eating almost no fat. I was miserable. Even though I weighed 10 lbs less than I weigh now, I felt fat. My mother was worried about me, and I was on the verge of anorexia. I stopped taking ballet, and injury kept me from yoga, too.

I eventually got back to the 120s after I moved from NYC and stopped exercising. I still felt fat, but wasn't obsessing about it, so I was getting healthier. Then, I got my first bike. Ever since, my weight has been stable, still in the mid 120s, but I feel great and am finally happy with my body. I no longer count calories, but I think I eat around 1800 a day, way more than when I was doing other forms of exercise.